This would be doing Honour to thyself, And make thee worthy of thy Father's Crown. The secret Means I will not now inquire, Nor doubt but thus engag'd you will perform. The Chiefs in part are knowing to my Purpose, And think of nought but War, and Blood, and Plunder, Till in full Council we declare our Pleasure. But first my last Night's Dream I will relate, Which much disturb'd my weary anxious Mind, And must portend some signal grand Event Of Good or Evil both to me or mine. On yonder Plain I saw the lordly Elk Snuffing the empty Air in seeming Sport, Tossing his Head aloft, as if in Pride Of his great Bulk and nervous active Limbs, And Scorn of every Beast that haunts the Wood. With mighty Stride he travelled to and fro, And as he mov'd his Size was still increas'd, Till his wide Branches reached above the Trees, And his extended Trunk across the Plain. The other Beasts beheld with wild Amaze, Stood trembling round, nor dare they to approach Till the fierce Tyger yell'd the loud Alarm, When Bears, Cats, Wolves, Panthers, and Porcupines, And other Beasts of Prey, with Force united And savage Rage, attack'd the common Foe. But as the busking Bull, when Summer Flies, With keenest Sting disturb the grazing Herd, Stands careless in some shady cool Retreat, And from his Sides sweeps the envenom'd Mites, Or shakes them with a Stamp into the Dust; So he unmov'd amidst their Clamours stood, Trampled and spurn'd them with his Hoofs and Horns, Till all dispers'd in wild Disorder fled, And left him Master of th' extended Plain.

Ponteach Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

Rehearse Ponteach's monologue